Grounded

He took his car and swerved down the side of the mountain, up the side of the mountain, overlooking the valley of trees, miles of green and farther away, the city. He drove fast and we screamed joy. No music. Just the wind, high-pitched, shrieking, racing with us around bends, curves, inclines. You flew. Mustangs,…

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Burningword Literary Journal is an international quarterly publication focusing on emerging and established writers of poetry, short fiction, short nonfiction, and photographic artists. Burningword has been published continuously since June 2000.